Join Date: Apr 2009
Location: surrounded by testosterone
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When something positive - even something small - helps distinguish the day from others, in my memory; and the day did not seem to simply fly by in a sea of humdrum chores that all need to be done again, the next day.
Often it's our busiest days that feel successful because I look back and remember sports games; volunteering at school; a trip to a museum; a holiday; the start of the school year (shopping and sorting everyone's supplies, figuring out schedules and feeling pleased when they work smoothly); or a special meal I slaved over, which everyone enjoyed together around the table. In retrospect, those days always seem longer because they were so packed with different activities.
But arguably I like it even better when a calm day stands out in my mind and therefore feels successful. Snow days. Boxing Day, when all my pre-Christmas work already paid off; all the entertaining is done and we hang out in our PJs all day. The day my youngest son and I planned to spend at a museum, but it was closed, so we drove around aimlessly and discovered an old-fashioned ice cream shop, a covered bridge and a cool hiking path through the forest. The day in the middle of a fun-packed vacation when my sons and I had to spend hours at a laundromat, but we entertained ourselves with a Frisbee, bubbles and an ancient shuffleboard lane out back and I was pleased to see my teens and my kindergartener able to enjoy each other without some big plan, on my part. Mondays, when school starts an hour later than usual and I take my older sons out for breakfast.
One woman in a house full of men: my soul mate:
... twin sons:
(HS seniors) ... step-son:
(a sophomore) ... our little man:
(a first grader) ... and there is another female in the house, after all